Dude I hear ya, one day I ate a pizza and then my uncle died.
Can’t be a conicidence.
Only if it was a rare black pizza.Dude I hear ya, one day I ate a pizza and then my uncle died.
Can’t be a conicidence.
What if he's out of uncles?
Or picture this: At the funeral of his last uncle, they're all in the cemetary with the chair arrangement and everything, suddenly in rides a Papa John's delivery driver on his eco friendly cargo e-bike, shouting "One large pepperoni with extra bacon for Tarrant?" and as the eulogy is delivered, he chomps down on the pizza. Receiving dirty looks from his aunt, he just responds "hey, you waited 20 years for this, too"
I reserve murder for Little Caesar's.If you eat Papa John's you deserve to be murdered
Dude I hear ya, one day I ate a pizza and then my uncle died.
Can’t be a conicidence.
Only if it was a rare black pizza.
Doesn't factor. Albino however... Or red headWhat if it was made by a black guy?
Honestly, who the fuck puts up a Christmas tree on November 10?
Introduce to them the Thankful A Day Challenge that's going around on Facebook.Apparently I'm a bad father. It snowed here, and it's beautiful outside, and the kids all tried to talk me into getting a bloody Christmas tree today. I flat out said no. It's too damned early, I'm not putting a Christmas tree up in November. Now they're all pissed at me and so is my wife. Her argument is "who cares? Just put up a tree early." I flat out said no again. So now they are all unified in their pissiness at me, so I'm going to my shed for the day to build more kitchen cabinets.
I might put up a little Christmas tree in the workshop today, just to drive the final nail into my coffin. Maybe I should change the wifi password and not tell anyone, too.
Honestly, who the fuck puts up a Christmas tree on November 10?
My mom. Always had shit up the week after Halloween every year. I tried asking why, but after a few years I realized it was just one of her irrational OCD things. We may not be related by blood, but I damned well know where I got that from.Apparently I'm a bad father. It snowed here, and it's beautiful outside, and the kids all tried to talk me into getting a bloody Christmas tree today. I flat out said no. It's too damned early, I'm not putting a Christmas tree up in November. Now they're all pissed at me and so is my wife. Her argument is "who cares? Just put up a tree early." I flat out said no again. So now they are all unified in their pissiness at me, so I'm going to my shed for the day to build more kitchen cabinets.
I might put up a little Christmas tree in the workshop today, just to drive the final nail into my coffin. Maybe I should change the wifi password and not tell anyone, too.
Honestly, who the fuck puts up a Christmas tree on November 10?